Emiko nodded. "Well. That's pretty much expected." She said, shrugging. "Why do you like puppets, anyways?" She inquired, stopping and turning around. She met his gaze with curious eyes, standing akimbo.

"Clouds come floating into my life. No longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add colour to my sunset sky".

Emiko raised an eyebrow. "Not the reasons I expected, but I guess it makes sense. . . but really. . .your best friends? You said it yourself, they're not real." She brushed some strands of hair from her eyes and looked at him, awaiting an answer.

"Clouds come floating into my life. No longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add colour to my sunset sky".

Emiko nodded. "Indeed. Very weird." She said, smirking slightly. "Well, I don't know if I heard right, but I thought you were walking me to my room. . . . or did you say something about leaning against walls?" Her smirk widened and she leaned beside him, slightly resting her head on her shoulder. She yawned, and looked on the walls, hoping to find a clock. "What time is it, anyway?"

"Clouds come floating into my life. No longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add colour to my sunset sky".

Emiko groaned lazily and leaned off the wall. "Ah. I'm tired." She took a few steps, before stopping and leaning back on the wall. She yawned and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, "I can't walk. Carry me." She said, pouting slightly.

"Clouds come floating into my life. No longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add colour to my sunset sky".